RULES OF COMBAT:

1. 15 post each limit, if you wish to have this amount reduced, get in touch with me.

2. Each player is allowed to make one introductary post.

3. Mark which number post you posted at the end of your posts.

4. Deathblows allowed, play to win, play for keeps, whatever. But the character will be regenerated after the fight.

5. YOU KNOW WHAT THE JUDGES WANT, read their screenings, no whining because of the judges decisision, you know what they are looking for in each fight.

6. Judges shall give their scores out of 10, highest totaled player wins.

7. Every character that's not participating in battle may be observing the match and may post whatever they like IN CHARACTER during fights as long as they do not interfear with the combat.

8. There is an audience of bumbling idiots, sure what the hell.

9. I DO NOT want matches taking more than a week to finish, I will put on more than 1 at a time if need be. Which I am, 2 at a time for now.
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Arena decided by Derek: Broken Bridge ((A modern bridge sways freely over the sea below. It has just recently been ravaged by some unknown force, unmaned cars, dancing flames, and even some fallen support cables are strew all about the area.

Winner of coin Toss: Aarkan, chooses BR to post first

The Fuck? O_o I didn't choose that arena.

Ah yeah, derek chose it, my bad. I was sick of waiting for judges that are never around.

(After receiving some official clarification from Crossknight on the Arena, I'm good to go.)

Gaeroq watched the precedings of the tournament with resigned interest. His name he heard in his head after but a few moments of the announcements designated his call to battle.
He touched down in a strange place. He stood at one end of a massive rust-coloured bridge, one bigger than he'd ever seen. Bigger than his village's, and bigger than even the far away palaces' of Aazod. At either end were two burned and charred hills that separated the ocean from an inland bay. Wreckages of many naval vessels lay strewn within the inlet. On the opposite side of the bridge from whence he stood, past the burned hills, there was a massive city that rivalled the citadels of Heocol; towers broken and scattered, many of the structures aflame.
Burning heaps of metal and rubber also lay strewn about the bridge, as well as several strange, untouched contraptions. The cords holding the bridge up were under an above-average amount of stress, seeing as quite a number had snapped, and there were holes and cracks marking some terrible event that had obviously been the cause of the destruction apparent in the far-off city.
He gazed upwards, silently thanking the powers that be that the day they would fight in was a sufficiently cloudy one, allowing him moderate excise of his innate skills. Still, the fire preturbed him. The burning made the shadows flee. In the distance (about a kilometer, for anyone keeping measurements), he could see someone touch down much in the manner he had just appeared.
Ah. He was to fight the towering Felinoid. Its fur, where it was not covered by a powerful-looking armor, bled the same hues the fire did. Weapons draped across its hybrid body, and it looked upon the battlefield with crystal eyes, that, by the firelight, he could just make out by the glimmer that sparkled across the field. Eyes no doubt powerful enough to cut through shadow, being what it was.
Gaeroq narrowed his eyes, and lifted his staff from its shoulder strap, not bothering to lift the three daggers from his belt.
He bowed, and then, as he lifted from the bow, he immediately spun the silver bokan ceremoniously, its miraculously strong Shardwood making the firelight dance in the reflection. It was a courtesy allowing his opponent to achieve any bearings it might've lost in transport; alerting his light-bending essence, born of his training, for the Felinoid. Much in the same way his opponent's gleaming blue eyes gave to him.

Aarkan was transported to the battlefield in the same manner he teleported throughout Norrath. Appearing several feet above the ground landing perfectly in a cat-like manner that was as natural to him as breathing. He didn't pay enough mind to his surroundings immediatly, paying too much attention to the figure that had teleported in at the same time he did. The ranger focused on the mana that flowed through the lands that were eons away and drew into a threshold of purity, granting him sight keener than the greatest of eagles. Aarkan studied his opponent as his opponent appeared to be studying him. He gazed on a man that was notably smaller than him, normal height by human standards. By his dress he appeared to be a sorcerer of some sort. Aarkan felt a warm breeze push past him as he noticed the wreckage that surrounded thier battlefield. An enormous bridge littered with abandoned machines and wreckage. An enormous city lay in ruin.

Is everywhere plagued by war? Is there never peace?

He smelled the air, the tortured screams of innocents still lingered on the ruins. He could feel the despair flowing around him and he added the third dimension to his vision. He focused on all of his surroundings and commit it to memory.
His opponent bowed in his direction. He nodded in recognition knowing that the battle had begun. Drawing from the same stream he tapped into less than a minute ago he heard the call of the earth, gained the strength of nature, felt the cries of fire and followed the spirit of the wolves. He was ready for battle. His body glowed with risidual energy as the enemy swung up a staff that gleamed with magic of its own.

Aarkan drew his bow and fired a single arrow, poised to sting the heart of his enemy.

The battle was joined.
An arrow flew at him, with precise aim and direction. Gaeroq only spun his staff more and more quickly, the silver gleam from the flames on the staff dancing faster by the second. With the smallest focus under his current conditions, he sped up his reflexes by a fraction. The arrow was almost upon him. He dashed forward, the staff still spinning, moving to counter the arrow's speed.
He suddenly released one of his hands from the staff's spin, the centrifugal force causing a final spin which put the upper end of the staff directly in the path of the arrow, causing a clean collision and ricochet, which sent the arrow flying much more slowly and wobbly back in the general direction of its user.
Gaeroq immediately, as the arrow hit, began to excise a tad more willpower, now moving from a countering dash into a full run at blurring speeds towards his opponent, the gap between them dropping rapidly every second.

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"This isn't best for America." Aarkan said as a UFO began to decend and lift him up into it's tractor beam. He then headed back to his home planet with his superhero buddies.

(i'm dropping out)

..Huzzar!

Well, that's just Prime.

((At least properly drop out of the goddamn tournament.... so much for making an out-of-character post here....))

((So now what? Bates, you gonna replace Aarkan?))

Hell no, shitfuck.

so BR wins by default.

"The two greatest words in the english language! DeFault DeFault DeFault!!!"
(cheap Simpsons plug # 100010001011110110100100111001)

[I have to fit it in binary now]

((Can we simply clean up this topic and move on to the next round/judgement, please? I'm terribly sorry that I want to get past the first round.))

Hell no, shitfuck.